Forbidden....

 
My root started from crumbles,
With a mission of building fortress -
Love be damned.

Às love was forbade, he drunk on ego.

I was built on fortitude and ego-

Love and her coterie be damned.

As much as I sought love,

I kept losing her 

In the pervasive

Darkness inside the stone-walled fortress.

Earning several hits on my head 

Pebble-sized bumps and wrenching hurts.

Dry, desolated and parched

Within the rigid, nonmalleable fortress,

Pleasure was fed in drops of liquid:

Milestones, gratifying successes and pride, 

Drops and drops of sugar water

Timed, quantified and enough to survive.

Pride twinned with ego

Strengthened the fortress

Instituting success formulas,

Shamelessly self-gratifying

Running yonder, 

Leaving love far far behind.

With every step towards success,

I took a stride of ego and pride,

Walking far far away from love

Each living, surviving day:

A day towards death,

A day far far away from purity.

- 7 aug 2023.